We stare at the sun, until it blinds us. No room for responsibility, We're Too busy buying lies. And this claustrophobia will Choke us, everytime we Try. I've developed a fear for Everything, a fear for openness.
I slowly Start to hope.
X2 As the sky turns red, As the snow melts in our hands Your Tears will lead us in, And keep us warm and safe again
(And I will leave you With just a word, A word that litterally describes everything)